Wastin’ Time
The kongoboken site is part Obituary. I anguished for a week over that notion. I welcome it now. It shouldn’t stop the process (just added that last word b/c of the double ss).
But here’s one good result of my weeklong muteness: a new Dad Quote or Life Quote or something of Cosmic significance – became manifested.
Life is a series of daily improvisations. The secret is showing up.
Yes, you can successfully argue the there is way too much Woody Allen in there, it is nevertheless true – very true. Ponder it for a moment – maybe over the next cigarette (I can only wish).
Along the way to that revelation, I discovered (or maybe re-discovered) the fact that I am a “sittin on the dock of the bay” type guy. You know, the kind of guy that likes to watch the tide come in or vice versa. My mother would say “You’re Laaxxey”. She had away about saying it, well… shrieking is more appropriate, that would pierce a tonal wave in my inner ear and I could only see her lips moving – no sounds. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Otis wrote most of Sittin by the Dock of the Bay, sittin on a friend’s houseboat in Sausalito CA in 1965. He’d moved from Georgia and was working hard to break into the music industry with little to show. The song was almost finished in Memphis. Otis said he’d replace the whistling with lyrics at a later date. That later date never happened. Otis Redding died in a plane crash three weeks later. The whistling is still there. He was 26 years old. To be cut short so soon – one can only wonder at the amount of time Otis could have wasted had he lived.
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